I'm Back

photos by dear zael

Laying on the tender grass beneath the sailing northern moon high in the majestic heavens on a cold spring sky with the flickering stars that scatter everywhere like precious stones out of reach. I let out a hum to ride the soothing wind as it blows the tiny hair in my arms. The friction of those wings is like a lullaby to my ears. Whenever I blink, I know that they are always there wondering if I am  consuming them as much as they are consuming me now.